Emma Carter, clad in luxury from head to toe, was stepped on by two kids and ended up sared with sweat, her wrath flaring up in an instant.
Kane was startled, forgetting his Chinese, and blurted out in English, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, are you alright?"
Seeing that he had bumped into soone, Noah imdiately let go of his brother and politely said, "Grandma, I’m sorry."
Emma Carter’s face was full of anger, and as she glanced at the dirtied spot on her dress, she felt even more disgusted, yet she couldn’t very well argue with a child.
"Forget it, just be more careful in the future, public places are not your ho, creating commotion is annoying to others."
Noah, who had a strong sense of pride, turned red-faced and sowhat at a loss when scolded like this.
The elevator arrived, and Emma Carter turned and entered.
Kane gently patted Noah on the head, giving him an encouraging, comforting look.
The little one smiled, indicating he was fine, then crouched down to pick up the fallen ice cream before scooping up the basketball and quickly getting into the elevator.
Seeing them enter, Emma Carter’s expression turned to one of disdain as she shifted away.
Kane turned to press the elevator button, only to realize that the floor he had intended to stop on had already been chosen, and his heart skipped a beat.
He had investigated, and the only other apartnt on the floor where Alia Garcia lived was still an empty shell, uninhabited.
But this lady...
Kane kept an extra eye out and pressed the button for the penthouse on the top floor—where he was temporarily staying.
He then took out his phone and shot a ssage to Alia Garcia.
Noah also noticed the floor buttons and, being a sensitive little guy, imdiately looked up at Emma Carter.
But Emma Carter, oblivious to everything, thought the child’s gaze was due to her recent remarks, so she frowned and asked without politeness, "What are you staring at? Not happy even after I scolded you a bit?"
Noah hadn’t even spoken when Ethan suddenly retorted, "We’ve apologized already, what more do you want? Do you think just because you’re an adult you can bully us kids?"
Emma Carter’s face changed dramatically, "You little rascal! Truly brought up by foreigners, not knowing any manners at all!"
"It’s you who doesn’t know manners! We didn’t do it on purpose and we apologized!"
"So just because you apologized, I’m not allowed to say anything? How do your parents teach you? You must respect your elders!" Emma Carter was uncompromising.
Ethan, angered, pouted his lips and suddenly "pfft" spat out a word.
Emma Carter’s face—
Fearing she might resort to hitting them, Kane quickly pulled the kids behind him to protect them and spouted a flurry of apologies and explanations.
Though Emma Carter had been settled in Australia for many years, her English was just passable, and in her anger, she waved her hand dismissively, "Don’t speak to in a foreign language, speak Chinese when you’re here!"
The elevator "dinged," stopped, and the doors opened.
Recalling her purpose here, Emma Carter gave them one last hateful look and turned to leave.
As the elevator doors closed and continued upwards, Noah, with wide eyes, looked at Kane worriedly and asked, "Is she going to find Mom?"
Kane frowned, "I’m not sure, let’s go back first, I’ll co down and check later."
"Okay."
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Alia Garcia hadn’t gone to the studio these past few days.
Because the public outcry hadn’t subsided, she was afraid to go out, fearing irrational fans might physically attack her.
But being cooped up at ho didn’t an she was at leisure; a pile of troubles awaited her attention.
Upon receiving Kane’s WhatsApp ssage, she was baffled.
[There’s an old rich lady in the elevator going to your floor, not sure if she’s looking for you.]
Old rich lady...
That description was sothing else.
Just as she was wondering if Kane had lost his mind, her phone rang again.
This ti it was a photo, clearly taken covertly, at a strange angle and rather unclear, but she recognized it imdiately and was utterly shocked!
It was actually Emma Carter!
Her forr mother-in-law!
Christopher Hart’s mom!
This...
Alia imdiately stood up and looked at her own ho attire, and then at her face...
She felt a bit panicky.
She didn’t know if Emma Carter was here to confirm her identity or to warn her—either way, she had to show a side completely different from the Alia Garcia of the past.
Fortunately, Shaw had a pile of unconventional "attire" stored right there.
Emma Carter glanced at the room number and saw that the door had been sprayed with black paint, with the words "Fox Spirit" and "Mistress" scrawled on it. She smiled, even took out her phone and snapped a photo.
Then, she knocked on the door.
Alia ignored her; she didn’t plan on making it so easy to et face-to-face.
If the other party left after a long wait without success, that would be best.
She didn’t want to deal with this forr mother-in-law.
Emma Carter knocked on the door, waited quite a while, and, seeing no response, knocked harder.
As far as she was concerned, the Fox Spirit inside was definitely feeling guilty and afraid, and was deliberately pretending not to be ho.
But since she’d co all this way, she wasn’t about to leave without accomplishing anything.
So, she persisted.
From the safety corridor, Kane peered through the door crack and continued to contact Alia on WhatsApp.
Kane: You’re not planning to et her?
Alia: She’s my forr mother-in-law, my ex-husband’s mom.
Whoa! Kane was seriously startled.
Kane: Do you need help? I can shoo her away!
Alia: You’ve already t her in the elevator, you can’t show up again. Take good care of Noah and Ethan.
Kane thought about it and realized he was right; he couldn’t show his face or else the identities of the two children would raise suspicions.
So, he had no choice but to continue hiding in the safety corridor, watching to see how things would unfold.
Emma Carter waited a full twenty minutes, her patience exhausted, she finally called out, "Is anyone there? Miss Norton, right? I am Christopher Hart’s mother, and I’d like to talk to you. Don’t worry, I won’t make things difficult."
"You don’t need to pretend you’re not ho. You did those shaful things yourself, but you don’t dare face them?"
"I have all the ti in the world; if you don’t see today, I’ll co back every day."
Not long after her words fell, there was a sound from the door.
Emma Carter took a few steps back, sowhat defensively, as if afraid of being attacked by the other party.
However, when the wooden door inside opened, the woman who ca into view made her do a double-take, frowning again and again.
"Are you Christopher Hart’s mother?"
The woman behind the door, with a head of wine-red long hair, was a ss, standing on end, and her makeup looked like the remnants of yesterday’s, even the eyeshadow was sared, staining the area.
And that was just the beginning.
The clothes she wore could only be described as unconventional, resembling a beggar’s, yet far more colorful and splendid than any beggar, calling her a flapper seed an insult to the word flapper.
What was even more unbearable was that she was holding a cigarette in her hand.
When she smoked, clouds of smoke enveloped her, making her seem even more creepy, like a female ghost.
Alia blew out a puff of smoke, which made Emma Carter imdiately retreat and start coughing.
"Sorry, I got drunk last night, just woke up... This must have frightened you," she said.
Emma Carter couldn’t believe her eyes, "You... you’re that famous designer?"
The woman spread her hands with a beguiling smile, "The genuine article. What, does the lady need so jewelry designed?"
Emma Carter scoffed, "I wouldn’t co to soone like you even if I were blind."
The woman laughed, "Perfect, I wouldn’t take your money if I were starving to death."
"You!"
"Enough, co inside and talk..." Seeing her so angry she was at a loss for words, Alia felt a secret thrill inside and rolled her eyes as she turned and went back into the room.
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